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79.23% The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life / Chapter 206: 6. Queen Of Rain.

Capítulo 206: 6. Queen Of Rain.

The pack was still in my office, and I sat behind my desk, contemplating my next plan of action. It was clear that they were communicating telepathically. They were waiting for the witches from the magic house to arrive so they could see Bella's remains and bid their farewells. This would give me the opportunity to make arrangements for the transportation of the remains once I had all the necessary results.

Damon remained silent after the outburst from number four, while Colin sat on the sofa with the others. It was fortunate that my office had enough seating for everyone, although not everyone was present. Some were in the central hub, ready to offer assistance if needed. I had everything under control here, and despite having an enormous castle, I was considering moving on from Bulgaria. It would be beneficial to establish one or two new bases in this area. The facility we were planning to target was located on the other side of Bulgaria, quite a distance from our nearest base. The journey would take over three hours, providing us with limited options for housing any potential victims.

Damon spoke to Mariella and the entire pack while calmly observing Mimi, who was focused on her work and devoid of any emotions. Damon intended to shock her into feeling something, as even saying goodbye to Bella hadn't elicited a response. Now was the time to test their abilities.

His voice echoed in their minds, "Now, I am going to try and make that creature feel something. You all should join me once you notice her reacting. I will push her beyond her limits, where she can no longer avoid feeling. Then, we will distract her. Make sure Jarod doesn't interfere; he is extremely protective of her and may react negatively when he realizes I am pushing her to feel those wretched emotions, hurting her in the process."

Damon could sense the pack standing behind him. He stood up, walked over to Mimi, and closed the door. Magnum and the others entered as he had called them in. He began to sing to her. 

I was completely focused on my work when I sensed a subtle presence trying to break through. Usually, if I ignore it and stay focused, it goes away. I didn't want to acknowledge this feeling, knowing it couldn't be anything good. Damon's warm voice interrupted my thoughts, singing Roxette's "Queen of Rain."

He walked near me, serenading me with the lyrics. "In that big, big house, there are 50 doors, and one of them leads to your soul..."

His singing was flawless, and something inside me noticed. No, I had to stop this. "In the time of spring, I passed by your gate, and tried to make a start.." Each verse made whatever this feeling was growing, ready to burst out. 

I could feel something trying to rise up within me, but I fought to suppress it.

"All I knew was the scent of sea and dew. I've been in love before, how about you?..."

Damn it. He hit every note perfectly, infusing his singing with emotion. My favorite sing and he knew just how it was supposed to be sung.

I swallowed hard and weakly pleaded, "No... please, don't, please stop..."

As the chorus began, the other Salvatores joined in. "There's time for the good in life, time to kill the pain in life, dream about the sun, queen of rain..." It was something deeply moving ten salvatores singing at me, and in perfection.

I took a deep breath, and suddenly, a rush of emotions burst out of me. My hands trembled as waves of regret, longing, and remorse for getting Bella killed flooded over me. Tears welled up in my eyes, but Damon's voice showed no mercy.

"In that big old house, there are fifty beds, and one of them leads to your soul..."

Someone held me tightly, but my vision was blurred by tears, preventing me from immediately recognizing who it was. Normally, it would be Jarod, but the rapid heartbeat I heard showed that it was someone else. I was either being carried or guided to my sofa.

Damon continued singing, and a wave of pain washed over me, causing me to tremble. Someone was gripping me, so tight that I couldn't ignore it. When Damon reached the refrain, the entire Salvatore pack joined in, creating such a powerful performance that I couldn't help but feel it.

Then, as the next part began, I looked up through my tears and saw Wulfe standing beside me, singing, "Time went by as I wrote your name into the sky, fly, fly away, bye, bye.." It was almost like he was saying goodbye to me. Or something.

But he raised his hand, and with one finger wrote in the air in a very elegant style, "Bella, Rest Easy, You are not forgotten."

This intensified my emotions even more. All of the pain hit me at once, and suddenly my world was no longer colorless. Everywhere I looked, there were dark shades, and the pain didn't subside when the music finally ended.

Number four, who had been holding me, started talking to me.

He said, "Baby baby, listen to me. Now talk to me in your mind. Come on, tell me about my shirt. Just keep your eyes shut and describe how my shirt feels. Don't try to suppress the pain. Let it be, but tell me about my shirt."

I could feel the fabric under my fingers, gripping his shirt as a desperate, crying person clings to their mother. I focused on the sensations in my fingers, analyzing what I was feeling, smelling, and sensing.

I replied, "It's not silk or satin, it's cotton. Not just cotton, but there's elastase mixed in. It's soft, so it's not brand new. You haven't washed it and you should have had a drink of blood. You smell like a smokehouse."

He chuckled, but the pain continued to consume my mind. I felt worthless, undeserving of being in his arms or being close to anyone.

He then asked, "Now, what am I doing with my left hand? Focus on that and tell me."

I felt him stroking me, his touch rough against my bony frame. It hurt, both physically and emotionally.

I answered, "You're stroking me, but it hurts. Your fingers are digging into my bones."

He grunted and said, "Oh, that's too rough. How about now?"

His grip loosened a bit, but the pain still made me wince.

I told him, "I'm too skinny, it still hurts, please stop."

He lessened the force, and the pain disappeared. I relaxed, and he grunted, asking, "How about now? Better?"

I replied, "Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore. But I'm not okay. I don't deserve this. I destroyed the hive. I'm a mess. You should just leave me, or even better, make me unable to hurt or endanger anyone ever again."

He continued to stroke my back, skillfully massaging my tense muscles. I could feel them getting warmer and relaxing under his touch.

He said, "Tell me how this feels. Don't think about it, just focus on the sensation in your back."

I concentrated, feeling the warmth spreading through me. It felt... good? It wasn't a lot, but compared to the darkness and desperation in my life, it was the first glimmer of something better. A shade of color that wasn't so dark and hopeless.

I told him, "It feels good. I can feel that it feels good."

He kept massaging without saying much. The pain and desperation still lingered in my mind, but this new sensation made me feel tired. It was a good tiredness, but also exhausting. I didn't even react when I heard a knock on the door and it opened. Johnny stepped in and glanced at what was happening.

He carefully said to Jarod, "It's time to take tests again." Jarod nodded.

Number one asked, "What tests?"

He looked at the tall, brown-haired man wearing scrubs and remembered him as someone's son, another child following in their parents' footsteps.

Adam said, "Johnny, right? Dash's son. You're a medic, just like your old man."

Johnny nodded, showing a small box in his hands. He looked young, but he was well over 50. He drank my blood to keep himself young.

"I'll just take a spinal tap and be done with it," he said, looking at Jarod.

Number four, who was still holding onto Mimi and massaging her, noticed Johnny with hostility. But when Mimi started curling up, he helped position her for the spinal tap. Soon, he had securely bundled her up in his arms, curled up and exhausted. 

However, as number one noticed the lack of gloves and the very small box with Johnny, he frowned and said, "Let me take it. Could you please provide me with the appropriate means to do so?"

His voice was clipped as Johnny had lifted Mimi's several shirts, revealing her skinny, bony spine which was covered in bruises. There were at least three types of rash on her skin. From what Damon could see, Johnny had not planned to use gloves, employ proper antiseptic techniques, or even clean Mimi's skin before taking a sample. It was clear to Damon that she was not healing well and her back was very sore. There was an infection starting on her lower back, which number four also noticed.

Handing his box to number one, Johnny said, "What do you need? The rashes are from an allergic reaction. I tried to clean her skin, but iodine and chlorhexidine both caused rashes. We don't have any other antiseptics here."

Damon opened the box and found little pads moistened with alcohol, but they were outdated. The needle was not in a sterile packet; the syringe was reusable, and the vials seemed non-sterile as well.

"This is ridiculous. You should not perform a spinal tap with this kind of equipment. There is an infection starting in her skin. She is bruised, and I'm not sure if the sample will be contaminated with germs," Damon said.

Johnny replied, "We are just checking the levels of dopamine, serotonin, cortisol, and oxytocin. Nothing more."

Damon rolled his eyes at their ignorance. Then he realized that Missy had given specific instructions on what to do and what to test. The guilty look on Johnny's face confirmed it, which he shared with Colin.

Colin stood up and said, "Fine, let me go and get something suitable for her."

He left the room, with Johnny following him. Damon kept himself calm as Mimi continued to shudder and cry softly. Number four was still comforting her, massaging her to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

Damon sighed as his headache became unbearable. It was time to relieve his fangs, so he summoned a jar and bit into the jar, draining from his fangs a potent black velvet substance inside. Mariella smiled at him as he rolled his eyes. After producing five large jars of the special black velvet, it was time to focus on something else. He filled a jar with various substances, knowing that he would have to mix them together. 

As Colin returned, now carrying a big box of supplies, Damon was shaking his jar and said to Colin, "This will help with the starting infection and those rashes. First, we apply it topically, and then she needs to ingest it. It might not be tasty, but it helps. Let me perform a spinal tap so I can taste the spinal fluid. I have no idea if my fangs can help her, too."

Charles said to him, "Make sure she doesn't get a spinal headache if you remove too much of it."

Damon reassured him, saying, "No need to worry. This substance goes into her spinal canal as well. It's a healing liquid that will fill and replace her spinal canal."

He proceeded to put on a pair of sterile gloves, of which Colin had brought many packets. Colin was just as particular about sterility as Damon, and he knew how important it was to keep Mimi from getting any nasty germs in her weakened state.

The pain kept hitting me, and number four's caress made me so tired. I couldn't understand why there was so much drama surrounding my spinal tap. Why couldn't they just get it over with? Eventually, I started to drift off to sleep as I felt someone begin to wipe my back. It felt cool, and the rash that had been itching started to subside.

Again, I felt something good, but my mind tried to convince me that I didn't deserve that relief. However, I was too tired to argue. Someone kept telling me in my mind that I shouldn't worry about my mind right now, that it was still sick. I was about to fall asleep when a sharp sting made me almost move, but number four had positioned me in a way that made it impossible to do so. I had to endure whatever they were doing to my back.

As the numbness started to spread, I realized they had numbed my back and the spinal tap didn't really feel like much at all. I fell asleep in the middle of it, finally feeling something for the first time in months. 

As Damon numbed Mimi's back and took samples of her spinal fluid, she fell asleep. It was still a challenge for her brain to experience sensations, but they were determined to help her. She needed rest, nourishment, care, and someone to keep her as comfortable as possible. Damon was deeply saddened by Mimi's belief that she didn't deserve happiness in her life.

He made a silent promise to himself that he would ensure Mimi's well-being. Mariella could sense Damon's pain and offered her support. They had learned the value of feeling and the emptiness that Damon had taken from Mimi's mind, which had motivated the entire group to help her recover. However, one question remained: what was the best and most efficient way to aid her physical recovery?

As they settled Mimi on the sofa and left her office, Jarod shared important information with them. "She has very few enzymes. Miss Parker isolated beneficial substances from those bugs she uses to enhance her enzyme levels, and we created a broth for her. It has helped increase her enzyme levels, but due to the stress she feels, her body is flooded with cortisol, hindering the enzymes from thriving."

Colin and Number Four were eager to learn more and headed towards the medical bay.

Mariella suggested to Damon, "Why don't you take charge of Mimi again and we can involve others this time? If you're unable, others like Wulfe can assist as well. I can make the arrangements in a few hours. This syndrome gives us plenty of reasons to do so, not to mention your biological connection and everything else."

Damon nodded, ready to take on the responsibility of caring for Mimi and others. Over the years, what had initially felt like a punishment had evolved into a caring relationship. This small piece of paper, officially making him the guardian of Mimi and the others, would help him keep them safe, healthy, and by his side.

And someday, he swore to himself, Mimi would become his wife – as a vampire, a shifter, and as a woman. They would share their lives and their powers. Damon eagerly awaited the opportunity to be a part of Mimi's extraordinary abilities. 


Capítulo 207: 7. Right Here Waiting.

Damon couldn't hide his irritation and spoke to Jarod in a clipped tone, "Could you please explain what has happened over the past three months with Mimi? Are you planning to take her as your second wife?"

Jarod calmly looked at him, observing the youthful appearance of the ancient vampire, who despite his age appeared to be in his thirties.

Jarod responded, "No, that is your worst fear, isn't it? I have been Mimi's friend and support, someone she can lean on when she needs to. Nothing more. I may be supernatural myself, although I'm not sure of my exact species, but I am not driven by lust like you and your group. Mimi is not doing well, and I have serious doubts about whether you have what it takes to help her."

Despite his calm demeanor, Jarod exuded silent authority.

Johnny, the medic in charge, quietly observed the pack in the medbay as the Salvatores demanded access to Mimi's medical history, which she had not granted them.

Johnny firmly stated, "I cannot grant you access unless Jarod or Mimi gives the green light. As her doctor, I have my own rules here."

Colin snapped and glared at the younger man, although Johnny himself was not young, appearing much younger than his actual age of over 50. Colin's voice grew louder, his Irish accent becoming more pronounced as his irritation seeped through.

He exclaimed, "Damn it, I am the medical leader in this organization, and you know it. Stop stalling and show us what the big secret is. We've seen her in worse condition before."

Johnny swallowed nervously, and Jarod wearily nodded, deciding to let them see for themselves if they could handle Mimi's current state. 

Johnny tapped a few keys on the computer, and Damon walked in, pushing him aside and taking a seat. He began to read, initially feeling irritated but soon growing calm and understanding why Jarod was so protective. As he read Mimi's 14 attempts to shut herself down, Damon realized Jarod was with her because she was trying to harm herself, despite her immortality.

Her condition was dire, much worse than they had thought, and Damon remembered the desperation in Lexie's eyes before she took her own life.

Nodding, he remarked, "So she has been attempting to shut herself down. Good to know."

Jarod grunted and urged him to continue reading. "Read on, little boy, read on.." Damon raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed by the nickname, but he continued.

In the past few weeks, Mimi's attempts had become less frequent, but she had almost killed five of her own. Her rage was evident, and Damon read on, discovering just how severe it had become at times. This was something they would have to address.

Damon inquired, "So her rage is uncontrollable. What about crystals or other methods of containment?"

Jarod remained silent, prompting Damon to continue reading. It appeared that Mimi's rage was not being absorbed by crystals as it normally would.

Damon found this intriguing and thought to himself, "Hmm, interesting." It would require experimentation to determine how to control her rage.

Damon nodded as he finished reading the rest of the information. He then proceeded to read Mimi's test results. Initially, there were no traces of oxytocin or serotonin in her brain, and her dopamine levels resembled those of humans with Parkinson's disease.

However, after five weeks, there was a slight increase, indicating some improvement. Although there were times when the levels did not rise and even slightly decreased, cortisol and other stress-related chemicals remained consistently high. Damon realized that stress was hindering Mimi's recovery. A plan began to form in his mind, but he knew that even with the best plan, Mimi being chaos personified would require constant adjustments. This was not as simple as with those pure vampires. Damon was starting to realize this mountain that loomed ahead of them. 

Number four spoke up, expressing the challenges they faced. "We have several obstacles here. Firstly, her recovery is not progressing as smoothly as others we have helped. Not only does she experience rage, but I believe there will also be mood swings that come on suddenly. This will require us to be on our toes. Now, my question is, can we handle this? We need to be completely committed, with no room for anyone to lose interest and become distracted. Meaning no time for having a week's worth of fuckfest after Missy gives some lip. If anyone has any doubts, speak up now or forever hold your peace."

Number two raised an eyebrow at number four's somewhat blunt statement and replied, "I'm in. I will support her like a wildcat for as long as I can, but let me be clear, I am not your sex toy, nor will I be anyone else's. If you have any plans to provoke jealousy towards me, forget it. Remember, I have control over your collar and sedation device. I won't hesitate to knock some sense into you if you try to stop me from helping her."

His sharp gaze gravitated toward Mariella with unrelenting, brutal intensity. Mariella nodded, having a few other plans.

She assured number two, "Don't worry about me going after you. Right now, I'm not sure if it's my alpha side or just me, but I feel this need to go to Mimi, hold her in my arms, and keep you guys away from her. She doesn't need anyone trying to take advantage of her."

Lady smiled, also present in the medbay, and chimed in, "It's just you. You have evolved, and now you see Mimi as part of our pack. Despite her burning the hive, you remember the bond and you want it back. Taking care of Mimi, our queen, is logical for you. So poor Mimi might feel overwhelmed when everyone wants a piece of her, but her rage is ignited. It will take you, Mariella, to cleanse it from her mind. It's a challenging task, and you'll have to give most of it back to Mimi. But not until Damon and Wulfe have constructed a new system or tanks to contain her rage. And since she hasn't experienced those intense emotions for a long time, they are present in her mind, but she can't sense them. Again, Mariella, it's your job to clean them and give some of them back to her or anyone else who needs them. Throughout all of this, you, all of you, the whole pack have to keep her brain engaged. It won't be easy or fun at times. You know how harsh she can be with her words, and now you have to absorb it, process it, and address the issues once this crisis is over."

Damon gazed at Lady, appreciating her beauty in her human form. However, he sensed her reluctance to fully embrace her humanity. Lady, a magical snow leopard, was not entirely comfortable, but was doing what she needed to do.

Damon spoke softly, "Alright, I'm prepared. I can handle her freaking complaints and won't hold back. It's time for us to have some fucking necessary conversations."

Lady smiled and responded, "Physically, she's not doing well. Stress affects her greatly, and I'm unsure how to alleviate it until she recovers. It may take some time to get her in decent shape, and her mood will probably sour even more, as she hates feeling weak."

Before Number Four could interject, Charles spoke up. "We have our methods. She also needs rest, and medication will be one tool we use. We won't dictate her life; she gets to decide on a few things. But she will soon realize how strong we are and what is necessary for her recovery. We won't be intimidated by her tantrums. If she tries to harm me, she'll quickly learn that I can do the same to her. Meaning I might just as well hang on the wall by her throat. While she may be unwell, she's not an idiot. Her brain is functioning enough to retain her senses. Her physical fitness, well, there are many ways to get it better, but Magnum is one freaking good physiotherapist, so at one point it will be up to him to make sure her fitness gets overhauled what she needs."

Damon looked at Charles, slightly surprised, but he knew Charles was absolutely right. This was not the time to coddle her and cater to her desires. They needed to do what was necessary to move forward, and she would learn how well they could keep her under control.

Damon turned his attention to Wulfe, who had been smiling at Colin. He inquired, "What's amusing? Care to share?"

Wulfe chuckled softly and replied, "Well, when we were assisting Mimi while you were in another dimension, I used my powers to control her. We didn't give her any choices. I was just thinking that if you need it, I can teach you some handy spells to temporarily immobilize her, like turning her into a frozen pillar of salt, when necessary for medical procedures. Her expressions during those moments are priceless, and it will also force her to feel. I can even make her silent, so there's no need to worry about her voicing her opinions, except in her mind."

Damon nodded and smiled. "Excellent. We will certainly need your skills in handling her. Sometimes, it's useful to prevent her from expressing her thoughts aloud. It will teach her discipline in knowing when to speak and when to remain silent. At least it is freaking funny for us, but it forces her again to feel and for now, it is one thing that we need to push her with. To feel, all the time more and more, there will be flecks and bits of better things but let them come, don't get stuck with them, force or pressure her to try to feel them but ignore them, she will be relaxed more."

Men nodded and proceeded then to look around them. What this medbay was like. Colin had given instructions to all the bases, but he did not have time to go and make sure that everything worked. In the past, medbay was the last thing to get a budget, so if there was something missing, it would be last on the list to be replaced.

The medbay had the usual clinical atmosphere, with its white walls, patient beds, and various medical equipment. However, Colin and Number Four noticed that some of the supplies on the shelves were outdated and their sterility was questionable. Johnny explained they didn't have enough money to constantly update all the supplies, especially since some of them were rarely used. He reassured them they had an autoclave to sterilize the instruments if needed.

Johnny didn't want to burden Mimi by asking for more money for the medbay budget, as it was shared among Bulgaria, Romania, Moldova, and Ukraine. It was also difficult to acquire new supplies, so sterilization was the easier option. Colin promised they would work on getting each country its own budget. Although sterilization was usually sufficient, Number Four preferred a more ideal solution.

Another problem they had was the medbays in Bulgaria not working properly. Number Four requested Samuel to come and fix them, as he was skilled in making things happen. This would keep Samuel and Bran busy and give Bran an idea of the scale of the operation. There was no danger of Bran getting involved in the wrong places, as his focus would be on the medbay and dealing with the budget.

Colin, Number Four, and the other Salvatores were particular about cleanliness, so they needed to find a compromise. For now, their main focus was on Mimi, and Jarod had an alarm on his wrist that would alert him when she woke up. He would be there to assist her, as it wasn't certain if she was completely devoid of emotions.

If not, she might still be volatile and require supervision and companionship. Jarod, being a mediator and a pretender, was excellent at reading Mimi's mood and knowing how to respond accordingly. He would have the guts and means to keep Mimi physically restrained if needed. 

Ahead, rough times awaited them all, including Damon. This whole thing was giving them so much to think about, and the reality of what Mimi was like was so freaking different from those vampires. Despite his irritation, he couldn't help but express his sincere thoughts to Jarod.

Looking at the tall, brown-haired man who sparked a volatile jealousy in him whenever he saw him with Mimi, Damon said, "Thank you. I've come to realize that we aren't the best of friends, and I felt jealous. For some reason, I see you as a threat to my relationship with Mimi, but I don't even know why. It is something I just can't help, and I likely will continue to do so. I'm truly grateful that you were there to support her when I let her down once again. She is so damn lucky to have you as a friend." His voice was calm, but he stressed the word friend ever so slightly, looking at Jarod tightly in the eye all the time. 

Jarod nodded, offering a slight smile.

He replied in his straightforward manner, "It's simple. You see me as a threat because, like Mimi, I am a true pretender. You've always sensed the natural bond between pretenders, the connection that you haven't fully grasped with Mimi yet, especially since you're still new to being a pretender yourself. I understand your hesitation, but I assure you, my heart belongs to only one woman—Miss Parker. Mimi is a dear friend."

Jarod smiled, and Mariella looked at him, saying, "You two have a bond like no other, and I'm not just referring to you and Mimi. It's the bond between you and your wife. But you need to stay safe, so I've arranged a secure place for you in another realm. There's a house waiting for you, a new life. Even though you've lived in other realms before, this one is different and safer. We're not doing this out of jealousy, but rather for your protection. We ensure that Sark and the Centre can't reach you, as they're still after you. Mimi needs to focus on her recovery with no hint of danger. We'll also be moving other personnel from various bases until this Sark crisis is resolved, either temporarily or permanently. Mimi's idea is good, and we'll continue with it, but at the same time, we'll make sure that Sark doesn't have any victims. I'll also share this plan with the good Sarks, so they have an idea of how to target the naughty versions as well."

Jarod nodded, realizing that Mimi would soon wake up. She hadn't been asleep for long, and there were things he needed to tell her.

Jarod's voice remained calm as he presented the facts without sugarcoating them. "I don't mean to blame you, but these are the facts. In Mimi's struggle with this syndrome, she experienced nightmares that prevented her from eating. I know your staff told you she was being difficult and starved herself on purpose, but that was not it. It wasn't a matter of choice, but rather being trapped in those nightmares. She became paranoid, unsure if you were the one causing nightmares or if cameras were watching her."

He took a breath, composed his thoughts, and explained," Her behavior shifts fast, beware of that and paranoia might make her behave weirdly, it is no use to telling her that there is nothing to be paranoid about, of course, her paranoia gets only stronger by this. So you need to prepare yourselves, either not pay any attention to it, or what I like to do, is make myself an example. For instance, she had a few weeks earlier thoughts about someone poisoning her coffee. Well, I made several times her upset, either by drinking her coffee or making her spill it, not telling her any point I knew about that paranoia of poisoning. She could see that me, almost human, was fine so there was no reason. This paranoia may still persist. But she recognized it and made it go away, or ignored it. But you gotta have a plan on how to tackle it. Not sure can you attack with it by telepathy?"

Damon pressed his head and looked down, feeling the weight of his failure. It was a difficult situation, but they needed to focus on helping Mimi. Paranoia, well, they would first sense it, and then try to see if they could curb it. wulfe had commented nothing about that and damon suspected that maybe distraction would be the best way forward, not to take it personally. Though it was so much easier said than done. 

Wulfe and Lepard shared in his pain, understanding the impact of Bella's death on Damon and the pack. It hadn't fully sunk in yet, as it had been a while since Damon had interacted with Bella. She had always been an important member of the pack. Maybe if they saw her one last time and said their goodbyes, it would hit Damon then. But he couldn't be certain.

Jarod glanced at his wrist, feeling a vibration indicating that Mimi was waking up. It was time for him to go to her. Despite the pack's promises and reassurances, he wouldn't leave her until he was absolutely sure that they would support her and that it was safe for her to be with them.

He looked at Damon and said, "I have to go. Mimi is waking up, and she needs someone there when she wakes up, just in case she needs support."

Damon stood up and responded, "Let's go, then. We'll show you that we've got this. Mariella has informed the magic houses and they are preparing everything. By the way, where does she live?"

Jarod replied as they walked towards Mimi's office, "She lives in her new castle, a beautiful place. But she's not in a condition to decorate it yet. She talks about it sometimes, how good it will feel to decorate it, even though she's not feeling it yet."

Damon couldn't help but think that it would be nice for the pack to have another castle to live in. They were always fun to decorate and live in, especially with Mimi. He felt a sense of hope for the future, even though they knew it would be a challenging journey to get there. He and Mimi had a long history together, spanning several centuries and marriages, with obstacles. Well, shit, to be honest, his betrayals time after time, the pack's mistrust for her, had tested their relationship. Damon vowed to himself to make things better for her.

He had so many times tried to make himself believe Mimi was better without him, but the freaking sad fact was that he was miserable without her and he needed to be with her; she had to be his, and maybe they belonged together. He wanted them to have some castle or mansion that would showcase their mutual life together. Little that he knew that one day he would have a magical tattoo that would showcase their life together and it would grow with each day, with each burst of love, or each heated argument would be etched in their flesh.


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